LOGINFRIEDA: I was elated because it was Thursday. My shift always ended early, which meant, I had a lot of time to recharge before my next shift. As soon as classes ended for the day, I hurried to carry my books. I couldn't wait to ditch my 'so-called' study partner. "Where are you in a hurry to?" He asked.I rolled my eyes and looked at him. He had his brow raised. "What is it?" I felt annoyed just by the fact that he was talking to me. “Don’t act dumb, Frosty. Remember we have to submit our study report tomorrow to Mr. Rhodes? Don’t tell me you forgot.”“Damn,” I groaned. “Isn’t there any way we can just fake something and give it to him?” I suggested. “Isn’t that new?” He asked, amusement laced in his voice. “I didn't expect Miss Perfect to suggest faking anything.”“Miss Perfect? Where did that come from? Besides, the feeling is mutual. It’s not like you want to study with me.” I stood up, flinging my bag over my shoulder. “I definitely don’t want to but I have no choice. And
ELI: By the time I got out of the shower, everyone was gone. Almost everyone. Zayn sat on the bench, his gaze on the floor as if he were buried in thoughts."Why haven't you left?" I asked in a cold tone. He looked up, a small smile touching his lips. "You sure took your time in there." The laugh that followed was small but enough to make me think he wasn't here just to wait for me. I raised a brow, impatiently waiting for him to say what was on his mind. He stood up, one hand in his pocket and the other combing through his hair. He looked like a character drawn from a manga page, with midnight black hair, emerald green eyes, and broad shoulders. Aside from me, he was the most handsome guy I had come across in the school. "Frieda," He said. Not her again. "I want to know what you meant by them leaving her name out of their mouths." "What's there to know? What I said meant nothing." I quickly tried to deflect by walking to my locker and pulling out my grey pants and black T
FRIEDA: 5 — 4I stared blankly at Eli as he skated across the ice with impossible speed, cutting through defenders like they were standing still. The arena lights reflected off his black helmet while the number on his jersey flashed every time he turned. I didn't want to be here. I hated the deafening roar of the crowd. I hated as the students packed on the stands, waving banners and chanting the team's name like they were at some kind of religious gathering. The smell of popcorn, cold air, and sweat mixed made my stomach turn.It was as though I was reliving a terrible event. One that had scarred my heart so badly that it was now hard to forget. But I couldn't refuse when Chloe invited me to watch the game. She said she wanted to support Eli and even though we were enemies, I still went with her. We hadn't even discussed what happened at the party. Why was Eli standing behind me? Why was Chloe there too? I was blank, confused, curious. I wanted to ask Chloe but I hadn't found t
ELI: Tranquility was the order of the evening. None of us spoke a word. Frosty looked outside the window the entire time and I focused on the road. I did have a question about what her mother meant by 'work' but I wasn't going to let my curiosity deceive me anymore. Who knew what nice thing or word might come of me? Three was enough to make my stomach churn. A few minutes passed by and we were almost at the party venue. I could already hear the music blasting from the speakers. "Stop here," She said, "I don't want anyone to see me with you."Matter-of-factly, the feeling was mutual. I rolled my eyes and stopped the car while she got out, ditching the jacket on the seat. Of course, it had my name on it. Why would she wear it? The last thing I wanted people to think was that I had anything to do with her. Yeah... The party. I had wanted to unwind, drink, laugh, get wild, get laid—probably. But now, I was forced to look after Frosty. Why didn't the little demon just stay at hom
ELI: It was bad enough that my father insisted I follow him to his girlfriend's place.I wanted to stay home and rest properly before it was time for the party but he had to spoil my plans. And the worst part, I couldn't do anything about it. He was my father, my provider, and everything in between. I hated myself for having to rely on such a control freak. But it was more terrible finding out Frosty was going to be my stepsister. I would rather slit my throat and die than call her 'sister'. "Honey, why don't you take a shower and come out for dinner?" Her mother said. She still hadn't broken her gaze from mine. She was as surprised as I was. Fate really hated me. A controlling father. A condescending brother. A fake would-be step-sister. It was all too much for one person. Frosty stormed out of the dining room. She probably wasn't going to come out of her room until we left, which was totally fine by me. It wasn't that I liked seeing her around. "This world is really such a sma
FRIEDA: I went to my normal hideout, where everyone avoided. The storage room was my personal space, where I hid from everyone and everything, even my books. I was exhausted and needed some sort of rest. My eyes were itchy and my body, heavy. I set up several alarms before lying down to sleep. That spot was my comfort place, where I usually lay my tired body almost every day. My bed barely saw me, especially during weekends. Not when I was either studying or—I felt a tap under my foot. Nobody had set foot in the old storage room in ages, not even the janitors. Maybe I was still dreaming. The tap came again, forcing me out of the sleep realm. My eyes were still heavy but I managed to open them. Who was it? I sat up, holding my head. It was as though it wanted to fall off due to migraine I was having. I didn't even eat before sleeping. I could only see the feet of the person who had woken me up. I couldn't lift my head properly without feeling dizzy. "Are you going to sit there a







